Looking over the shoulder

wasn’t so long ago in past

 

With hoards of aspirations

and prospects spread vast

 

Near lifetime since elapsed

never took stock to assess 

 

All dished if in conjunction

or dealt out somewhat less

 

Known paths earlier chosen

how divergent turned about

 

Handful proved pleasurable

few could be done without

 

In unraveling the unknown

no responses ever emerged

 

Intent while stayed singular

but core objectivity diverged

lifeRetrospection

◄ One of Those Days

Tribulation ►

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Harry O'Neill

Fri 11th Dec 2015 15:03

Chopra,
This terse style (which I call morse-code staccato sentencing style) is very understandable.

I keep getting the feeling that it could be adapted for some
sort of (urgent style?) modern poem.

Keep `em coming.

Payr No

Tue 8th Dec 2015 16:04

This is a beautiful poem. Thanks for sharing!

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